Troubador

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Fog comes in and out with the tides Like my pocket watch, it doesn't keep the time Spitting smoke combustion from foreign cars Choking my family history with the bloody wars [Chorus] Troubadour, what's the score? Standing in line with the Tenderloin whores Troubadour, take a fucking tour 'Cause my eyes are welling up from the last G-chord [Verse 2] Break-time satisfies with tar and nicotine And the church bells' afternoon licks ring of blasphemy True to filth and form, bus and trolley off the track and line Lunchtime whistles stop the workers but not the troubadour's crime [Chorus] Troubadour, what's the score? Standing in line with the Tenderloin whores Troubadour, take a fucking tour 'Cause my eyes are welling up from the last G-chord [Verse 3] The pub patrons spend their wages in mumbled bouts The grub merchants chewed the fat then chewed you out Pedestrian, night journeyman, pass your separate ways When you're eating from the piss trough, they're all pissing in your plate [Chorus] Troubadour, less is more Is it in your heart to give up the floor? Troubadour, pissed and poor Tell me something I haven't heard before [Chorus] Troubadour, what's the score? Standing in line with the Tenderloin whores Troubadour, take a fucking tour 'Cause my eyes are welling up from the last G-chord